she just didn’t want to linger into senility like her father.
        As he watched a car move below along Hind Street, he felt a lump in his throat. He envisioned Ingrid’s stiff dead body being taken to a mortuary, then put into an oven and cremated. It was hard to believe she wouldn’t feel pain as the flames devoured her. Then she would be gone forever. And then gradually the people who knew her would die and some day the last person who ever knew her would be dead and her memory would be gone forever.
        He felt melancholy as he realized these were the final hours of probably his final visit with Ingrid. In the morning, he would visit her for the last time, say his final goodbyes, then rush to the airport, return the rental car, shuttle to the terminal, go through customs, and march onto the plane. He could already hear the deafening roar of the engines as they hurtled over the runway and lifted into the sky.